Man slave on a Chain

She sits in front of him like she owns the air he breathes. One hand between her thighs, fingers working her slick cunt in lazy circles. The chain rattles every time he shifts, metal biting into his wrists, pulling his arms tight behind his back. She watches him watch her, lips parted, hips rocking into her own palm. The bit gag in his mouth forces his jaw wide, spit running down his chest in thin lines. His cock strains against nothing, hard and angry. When she finally stands, she grips the chain close to his throat and jerks him forward, off the wall. She drops to her knees, takes him deep without warning, throat closing tight around him while her blonde hair brushes his stomach. He fucks her mouth in short, brutal thrusts until she pulls off, stands, turns, and bends. She reaches back, spreads herself, and sinks onto him in one slow, wet slide. Her cunt grips him like a fist. She rides him hard against the stone, every slap of skin loud in the small room. The chain jerks with each thrust. Sweat slides down his spine. She doesn’t speak. Neither does he. There’s only the sound of the chain, the wet noise of her taking him, and the low, guttural sound he makes when she forces him deeper.